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“Twelve generators would meet the minimum, but the fluctuation in torque might require up to sixteen...do I make it a round 18 to balance the loads equally?”
June is lost in thought at her desk, bouncing ideas off of herself to minor avail. Meeting the specifications of these mysterious, clandestine plans is one thing, but altering them in a way that accounts for the differing gravitational forces and free-space permittivity is quickly proving to push up against her limits. The engineer knows she should take a break to rest her mind, but at the same time, she feels as if she has a finger hooked on an invisible thread she must follow in order to have all the pieces fit into place. Stopping now might mean losing that thread for days or even weeks, time June is desperate not to waste. Her ongoing load calculations are distracted by the internal conflict over whether or not to just call it a day, and after a few minutes of silent mental warfare, June realises she’s lost the thread regardless.
She groans, resting her forehead on the hardwood, but inhales deeply and clears her mind. She’ll have better luck tomorrow, she posits. A familiar blip on the edge of her consciousness signals her of Rose’s approach, and she swivels around in her chair, thankful for the warning. The door swings open shortly thereafter, and the alien enters with a stack of medical textbooks under one arm.
“Hello, dream-star”, Rose transmits via June’s telepathy. “How goes your work?”
“Not particularly well, unfortunately. I’ve just decided to rest it until tomorrow”, replies June.
“I am sorry to hear that. My day has been fruitful—Engineer, would you be willing to humour me in my pursuit of knowledge?”
June perks up. “Of course”, she answers. While she doesn’t consider herself an expert by far in many of the subjects the lizard has shown interest since arriving on Earth, June undeniably possesses a cultural knowledge basis that her extraterrestrial guest lacks.
“I’ve been studying human anatomy”, Rose begins. “It occurred to me today that given our proximity, I would be remiss not to ask you for a particular manner of aid in the matter. Would you be willing to allow me to study your body in greater detail?”
June blue-screens temporarily.
“Have I said something amiss?” Rose inquires with a concerned head tilt.
“No, no, it’s—it’s fine,” June returns hastily. “It’s a somewhat...unconventional thing to ask, but no harm comes of it. I—I would be glad to aid in your studies.”
June involuntarily digs her fingernails into her thighs, simultaneously chastising herself for feeling strangely about the proposition and cursing herself for agreeing so eagerly. Her xenophilic attraction to Rose was already the centre of an ongoing and drawn-out moral quandary—sure, the alien lizard was nothing but friendly and had let June embrace her in ways oft-considered intimate for humans, even after June had explained the cultural basis of spooning. For Wyrm’s sake, they even slept in the same bed! However, there was one small part of June that just couldn’t shake the feeling that she was exploiting her guest in some way, a part of her that had felt guilty ever since that first night a trauma-ridden Rose had sought out June’s company in bed.
Today though, June is mentally exhausted, physically tired, and undeniably desiring the touch of Rose’s claws on her body, whether for studious reasons or not. With a final burst of conviction, she locks away her guilt for the time being and commits to her offer to Rose.
“Wonderful”, Rose celebrates. “I have a simple examination planned, but of course things can be modified to suit your comfort.”
June has the feeling that if anything, Rose’s comfort will come into question before hers.
“I will prepare on the fifteenth floor,” continues Rose. “It will take me a few minutes, so you may prepare in the meantime if you need to.”
June isn’t sure of what type of preparation she could give herself, aside from perhaps sitting in silence and repeating “Don’t make this weird don’t make this weird don’t make this weird” to herself over and over. But she then realises she badly needs to pee, so that’s certainly one thing.
After relieving herself and downing a shot of tequila for good measure, June hops on the elevator to head down to the private medical wing. As the doors open onto the fifteenth floor, she reaches out with her telepathy to feel for Rose, and finds her in one of the rooms at the far end of the area. Most of the facility is typically deserted by this time in the evening, but June still navigates the halls at a brisk pace, slightly embarrassed at the potential to be spotted by an employee. They wouldn’t have any reason to find it unusual, though. June curses her nerves again. Maybe she should’ve gone for a second shot of tequila.
Upon opening the door into the sterile white room, the slight of a be-gloved Rose standing over an examination table makes June involuntarily squeeze her thighs together tightly. She enters quickly and locks the door behind her, not that there was any chance of being bothered in the first place with the room’s occupancy light on.
Rose chirps in greeting. “I am fully prepared. May I ask you to remove your clothing as you are comfortable?”
June is faced with another dilemma. On one hand, she can keep things simple; she’s certain Rose won’t be upset if she deigns to keep her underwear on, and besides, Rose’s anatomical interests likely lie outside of June’s...”reproductive” anatomy. On the other hand, it isn’t like the alien hasn’t seen June naked before. Rose, between her freedom from human taboos, lack of external genitalia, and chitinous scales, rarely wears anything aside from PPE, and over time, June has taken to joining her in casual nudity in the privacy of their shared living space. But exposing herself to Rose in these conditions feels like an incomprehensible escalation from merely sleeping naked, and the thought makes June feel all too warm. However, her practical side also comes to a crucial realisation: Nude or not, June is undoubtedly going to start getting very wet downstairs very quickly, and the thought of soaking through her panties in front of Rose feels more perverse than just stripping completely right now.
Thus, with a desperate hope of clinging onto some level of dignity, June slips her shoes off and begins undressing. Crossing her arms over her chest, she removes her cardigan, tossing it onto a side table. She fumbles with the button on her jeans for a moment before the nickel-plated fastener slips free of its slit, and she slides the tight denim down her legs, thankfully managing not to stumble as she performs the manoeuvre of extricating her feet from the cuffs. June shivers briefly as the heat between her legs is met with the not cold, but certainly less-than-body temperature air of the examination room, but continues on to squeeze out of her modest sports bra. And finally, with a deep exhale, June slides her panties down her legs and approaches the examination table.
The soft, heated surface is comfortable against her back, and thankfully, unlike the dentist’s offices of her childhood, the overhead lights are strategically positioned as not to shine directly into her eyes. Rose begins with a simple examination of her head; peering into her ears, briefly shining a light into her eyes to observe them dilating, gently palpating June’s face with gloved digits.
“Would you be willing to open your mouth?” Rose inquires, and June obliges, albeit with a slight blush. The lizard briefly pokes around in her mouth, observing her teeth and carefully feeling her tongue, leaving the bitter taste of nitrile in June’s mouth. With that avenue of examination satisfied, Rose then moves further down, feeling her chin, then neck, claws lightly brushing over her scar—
June shuts down. Painful memories start flooding into her mind, triggered by the medical setting. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to make herself feel as small as possible, trying to desperately stem the torrent of thoughts. She can barely feel her body, but she can feel herself hyperventilating, frantically panicking at the trauma pouring from a reopened mental wound. She thought she was better than this. Stronger than this. But here she was, still just as fragile as the day of the accident, just a scared, little girl—
“Dream-star”
Rose’s voice in her mind breaks the spiral. Slowly, June’s breathing relaxes. The memories drain from her mind like sullied bathwater. She can feel her surroundings again, and she realises she has curled up in the fetal position.
“I am so, very sorry,” Rose apologises, her tone fraught with rare emotion. “I should have asked before touching your neck. Do you wish to cease the examination?”
June opens her eyes to meet Rose’s gaze, wanting to give a proper, present response to her guest, and gasps. Rose is very much not standing beside the examination table, and is instead half-lying on the floor against the opposite wall, struggling to stand. Between that, the off-kilter light fixture, and the overturned tables, June realises with horror that she must have lashed out telekinetically in her panicked state.
“Oh fuck Rose are you okay???”, she transmits frantically, swinging her legs over the edge of the table and rushing over to where the alien is slumped against the wall.
“I am not harmed, just shaken,” reassures Rose. “You were in no state of control over your telekinesis, I am not upset with you.”
After another moment, Rose successfully rises to her feet, steady and uninjured, and the two return to the examination table.
“Are you sure you wish to continue? I would not be upset if you needed a respite.”
June takes a moment further to catch her breath and settle down. “I think I’ll be fine.”
She repositions herself on the table, and Rose fixes the light she knocked askew. When she resumes, she starts with June’s arms and hands. The alien is fascinated by the human’s fourth digit on each hand, and summarily horrified after feeling how the ulna and radius cross over each other through the skin of June’s forearm.
Rose’s examination of her legs is a similar story. The digitigrade lizard is quite intrigued by June’s plantigrade anatomy, and much to her amusement, utterly incensed over the human schema of five toes per foot.
“What purpose could they possibly serve?!”, her alien companion outbursts, gesturing exaggeratedly between June’s strange human feet and her own three-clawed appendages. “There is simply no advantage to be had!”
“I’m really not sure,” June replies, stifling a chuckle. A fact resurfaces in her mind, and she deigns to share it with the incredulous Rose. “I believe it’s because they used to be longer and articulated like fingers, in an evolutionary predecessor.”
That sends Rose over the edge, and in a display of mirth June has never before witnessed from her, she doubles over in some mixture of laughter and crying, a pleasant, chittering sound interspersed with sharp clicks. This in turn sets June off, and soon the both of them are overtaken with their own strange laughter, tears beading in June’s eyes.
Eventually, though, June calms once more, and a noticeably redder Rose stands up straight. A sobering realisation comes over the engineer. This is it; the point of no return.
“Are you comfortable with my examination of your chest?” Rose asks with a gentle tone. “I am aware that it is a sensitive area for some humans.”
Even though she’s been naked the entire time, June suddenly feels more exposed than ever before. Now is the time for her convictions to shine.
“Go ahead”, June responds, before any doubts can surface.
Rose’s touch is light, but confident, and June almost wonders if she’s studied the manner in which such examinations typically occur. She doesn’t feel as worked up as she thought she would be by this point, but June certainly can’t ignore the sensation of Rose’s gloved claws on her chest as she would for a routine checkup.
A firm squeeze of her left nipple breaks her concentration, and June twitches involuntarily, if only slightly. Rose withdraws her claws.
“Was that unpleasant, dream-star?” she inquires with a slight concern.
“No, not at all,” reassures June. “It was just...stimulating.”
She immediately regrets the choice of words.
“I see. Would you like me to continue?”
June feels as if Rose’s response has an almost flirtatious tone to it, though she is unsure if the alien is even familiar human concept of flirting. Regardless, her soft animal body has its soft animal needs, and June is equally determined to give Rose the human anatomical knowledge she desires.
“Yes, please. I will let you know if anything feels unpleasant, otherwise you are free to continue regardless of my...physical responses.”
Rose resumes her exploration of June’s chest, the latter now significantly less burdened by the compulsion to suppress her responses. Further egging June on is the fact that no matter how much she shudders, gasps, or whines, Rose continues on unperturbed and clinically detached. June is unmistakably wet now.
With a final, gentle, squeeze, Rose moves on. Her gloved digits trail slowly down June’s abdomen, pausing only briefly to examine her navel, though the lizard poses no questions. And then, the moment of reckoning arrives, the alien’s claws stopping just short of the fringes of June’s pubic hair.
The two girls’ eyes meet. June musters up the remainder of her dignity, bundling it with the conglomeration of her admiration of Rose, her better judgment, and her burning, shameless desire.
“Rose,” begins June, her tone subdued, gentle. “You are not unfamiliar with human sexuality, are you?”
“I am moderately acquainted with it, yes.”
“Then I presume you understand the sexual undertones of this procedure given our closeness, my instances of hesitancy, and why I have responded to your touch in the way I have.”
“I believe I do.”
Rose’s confirmation is sobering to June. She’s been living in her head too much, dancing around her attraction to the alien without ever amassing the bravery to consult her for her own feelings on the matter.
“Then I apologise deeply. I should have made my thoughts about this examination clear to you before the fact.”
Rose gently lays her paw flat on June’s stomach. Her scales have gradually shifted to a deep pink hue, and there is an indescribable level of care inscribed on her face and snout.
“No harm has been done, dream-star. This has been a learning experience for us both. I ask this with the full understanding that it may be pleasurable for you in a way that you have struggled to express: do you wish to continue on?”
June still feels a residual stinging anxiety over the damage she might have done to her relationship with Rose through her inability to communicate, but much more present in her mind is a deep sense of raw vulnerability that has opened up like a yawning fissure. This is utterly uncharted territory for her, a girl who spent the years her in which her friends socialised, partied, and explored sex as a mute, anxious mess who couldn’t bear the sight of her own naked body.
But within the discomfort of this vulnerability, this gaping void of unknown, there is an inexplicable, undeniable pull. Rose, who had been a distant, ethereal companion in her dreams. Rose, who had tended to a scared, wounded June who couldn’t even stand the sight of her own blood. Rose, who had trusted June after a lifetime of fear. Rose, whom she clung to each night.
June signals her willingness to Rose by saying exactly what is foremost in her mind.
“I trust you.”
The first, gentle sensation of Rose’s claws on June’s vulva feels like it lasts an eternity, a black hole that eclipses every other time and place her companion has touched her until now. Her eyes are tightly shut, but she can picture every point of contact with perfect clarity.
June arches her back into the table as Rose spreads her arousal-slicked labia. This is exactly what she’s desired for so long, and here it finally is, reducing her to a sensitive, emotional mess. She whines desperately, as a gloved digit pushes inside her with tantalising restraint. Rose penetrates her in a methodical, scientific way, extracting exactly the knowledge she desires before withdrawing slowly. June pants longingly as the alien’s digit exits her folds.
“Would you be willing to spread your legs for me?” Rose asks, making June feel unprecedentedly horny. She wordlessly angles her legs apart, and Rose positions the table’s collapsible stirrups at a comfortable distance, gently guiding June’s feet into place. She shivers in anticipation, but the first sensation she meets is that of a cold, metallic length pressed against her thigh.
“Just warming it up”, informs Rose. June is familiar with the process, but her heightened arousal makes every moment feel weighted. After what feels like ages, the slightly-warmed speculum leaves her inner thigh and slowly presses into her folds. She exhales sharply as Rose hilts the instrument inside of her, then steadily squeezes the blades apart. June melts into the table during the slight reprieve in which the only active sensation between her legs is the subtle vibrations of the locking nut spinning down its thread.
Rose’s internal examinations are far more clinical and less intimately charged than her initial foray, but the inherent vulnerability of the process keeps June on edge throughout. She shrinks a little as she anxiously anticipates an inquiry from Rose as to why her anatomy differs noticeably from the textbooks, but it never comes. The lizard merely observes in silence, gently probing.
And then, almost as suddenly as it began, it’s over. Rose slowly removes the speculum, careful as to not pinch June. She opens her eyes, meeting her companion’s soft gaze.
“That is all I had planned for, dream-star,” the alien states, removing her gloves. “However, I believe I now understand how you are feeling. You desire sexual stimulation, do you not?”
“Yes...please”, June affirms, flush with need.
“I would be more than willing to provide it for you,” assures Rose, gently caressing the human’s thigh. “Are you suitably comfortable here, or would you wish to return to our quarters before continuing?”
June doesn’t think she could possibly make the journey back up to the apartment in this state. “Here”, she responds feebly.
“I will do my best for you”, the lizard promises.
Whereas Rose’s earlier exploration between June’s legs had been simple and methodical, she now leans fully into pleasuring her, teasing her labia apart with heavy strokes of her blunt claws.
June exhales heavily, squirming against the examination table with her head back and shoulders tensed. The reality of the situation settles in on her with every successive wave of sensation. She’s been afraid to even approach the possibility of this for so long, and now Rose is selflessly indulging her desires as if they were consummate lovers.
The lizard gently pushes a digit, then two into June’s pussy, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the poor, overstimulated engineer. Slowly scissoring her claws apart while dragging them back and forth, Rose rolls her thumb over June’s engorged clit and the human’s hips twitch beneath her. June has had plenty of things inside herself, but even the most elaborate silicon implements paled in comparison to the aesthesis of Rose’s claws.
A digit curls against her prostate through her walls and June melts into the table, whining softly. Rose teases more out of the sensation, but doesn’t overdo it, and soon switches to softly pumping her claws in and out of her squirming companion. The wet, squelching sound fills the soft silence of the room, periodically punctuated by June’s various noises of pleasure.
She needs this. She needs this so, very badly.
One brisk thrust finally pushes her over the edge, and June shuts her eyes tightly as she writhes in orgasmic pleasure, clenching hard around Rose’s digits. The alien ceases her thrusts, letting the last of June’s spasms work their way out of her tired body before withdrawing her arousal-soaked claws.
“Was that to your satisfaction, dream-star?” Inquires Rose, wiping her paw clean with a cloth. June is still too incoherent to respond in words, and instead settles for transmitting a messy pile of positive emotions that causes her companion to develop a slightly purple hue.
“I am very pleased that I could fulfill your desires”, she responds, perhaps imperceivably flustered.
Sitting up with some effort, June takes the cloth from Rose when offered, and makes some progress towards cleaning up the mess between her thighs. Once presentable enough for the trip back up to the apartment, she slowly lowers herself down from the table onto shaky legs. Rose brings June’s clothes back over to her, providing an arm for the human to steady herself with as she worms her way back into her jeans.
After June redresses, the two exit the room and make their way back to the elevator. It’s a silly, awkward thing, but she feels inclined to hold Rose’s paw. She stifles the desire until the elevator is in motion, but then surprises herself by quickly reaching out and entwining her fingers with the lizard’s digits. Rose squeezes gently, and June rubs her thumb in soft circles. It’s a start.